This is a song about "U have no goals"

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Chasing money in the city of crime

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

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

U still think why u dont have any fan

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Its alright u have no friends

I'm down, u down, no more fuckin around

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Cause u aint no man you a pussy

Please boo what's your size crazy