This is a song about "Andrew luck"

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

Prying for the loose puck, supplying opponent's bad luck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I thought it'd get better but

Because it's just my luck

Say you don’t do what

Think im sweet then try your luck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

Don't even try to push your luck/

A twenty somethin cup