This is a song about "U have no goals"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

U think u can have another planet well good luck with that

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

But check out how i roll mine

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

U still think why u dont have any fan

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

If u graphin then we taxen u can have it all sending shoots

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Climbin a mountain to my life goals/

Now u want me no more

As soon as i walk in the door