This is a song about "My larger goals"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My shit was submarine like, under ship

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

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

The plants will grow larger and have more ignorance

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears