This is a song about "U have no goals"

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

I'll have u decoded to the lowest degree,

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

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

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

U still think why u dont have any fan

Life's about decisions man

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Regardless to all them, i appease her

No ash i need u more than ever