This is a song about "Being unlucky"

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Kinda like retards and being caucasian

Can't nothing come between me and you

Medicine, being given to

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Questioning the whole meaning

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Lying to yourself, all over an image

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

And still being a rebel

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

But unlucky me, all the homos still thought that i was queer,