This is a song about "Bone and dice"

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice