This is a song about "Shooting dice"

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

Women at my pole

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

But he don't rule a thing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Why am i back to shooting up again?

The race war, when it's us against all of them