This is a song about "Shooting dice"

"leave it to the big kids, instead of rolling the dice.

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Why am i back to shooting up again?

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin