This is a song about "Monthly goals"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

We need to set our goals and go out and chase em

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I ain't tripping all my women be authentic

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Got my own goals nd imma tear at em like a monster truck

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge