This is a song about "Sport goals"

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

And these nigga see this shit as a water sport

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

Killin' for sport, but i'm still ignored/

I style on new york, pile up my fork