This is a song about "Roving gambler"

Catchin up, in the game,

Through all the rain and the pain

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

A hustler from nazareth, i ain't no sucker

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

The realist in the game

Love turns into pain

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

She was trapped like a cash strapped gambler, joey finally snapped…

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I make love to the game