This is a song about "Andrew luck"

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

I wish you best of luck

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Cause im shit outta luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck