This is a song about "Squad goals"

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

May just gon' bring hobo back

845 brick squad on the track/

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

So i can understand police victims

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

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

Uppity bitches, handling business

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

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