This is a song about "Roulette"

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

Take her back to where i live

Give us this day, our daily bread

You made me play that roulette

You told me god was the answer

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed