This is a song about "Reaching goals"

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Super-rapper reaching heights you will never imagine

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Don't let your goals lead you where your hell is,

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

When a rapper tells me about their goals, i know it's fictional,

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows