This is a song about "Reaching goals"

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

Climbin a mountain to my life goals/

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion