This is a song about "Sweaty goals"

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

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

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole