This is a song about "Sport goals"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

And these nigga see this shit as a water sport

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

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

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine