This is a song about "Rolling the dice on life"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

These are the rhymes i write gotta roll the dice/

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I do what i want i roll the dice

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