This is a song about "Making my way"

I went to school with the white boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Commanding things to be my way

I swear i'm coming back one day

I want to live my way

She got grove st. on replay

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The way we making money on some stupid shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Making my thought process sporadic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick