This is a song about "Nothing goes my way"

The skill is the the dagger that goes piercing through my heart

Want the title but im always fighting under card

But, who knows, that's way it goes

I gotta teach hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

But sorry this the way the game goes

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Are you gonna go my way?

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The boogy man goes into shock at the whisper of my name,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain