This is a song about "Gambling"

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Gambling, gambling, oh shit there's ya man again

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Back up there gambling they wait a few months to record again

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Mama told me it'd be days like this

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

She's still gambling, got on hook

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Life is like a pair of dice and boy do i love gambling

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