This is a song about "Rolling dice"

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I do what i want i roll the dice

Women at my pole

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Aight santana man...let's do this

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Right flows down and they might go nice

But all decision i've ever made has been based on the dice

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice