This is a song about "No cursing goals and wishes"

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

And she wishes she could ignore them like the terms and condi-tions

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

He started cursing everyone, people he don't know both young and old

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

I have limited amounts of time to fulfill my life's wishes

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Redemption comes with accepted and wishes the miss well

Climbin a mountain to my life goals/

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

I’m inclined with women who come on they time