This is a song about "Reaching your goals"

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

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Super-rapper reaching heights you will never imagine

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

It's impossible to accomplish goals if you don't set a goal!

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

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

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

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