This is a song about "Reaching your goal"

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

My goal is to clean the stain

Well rick james, maury jane

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

My goal in life to diminish her

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Suffocated screams of mine that arent reaching ears,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips