This is a song about "Squad goals"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

And you all will respect that

Climbin a mountain to my life goals/

Big homie hov said i am close

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Its happening i had to reach my goals...nigga task complete,

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you