This is a song about "Bipolar luck hate"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I wish you best of luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Don't have any good luck.

She say boy you bipolar

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Think im sweet then try your luck

What, what ... project shit what

I'mma make it rain trick

Bipolar, i'm manic

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And if you think if you're something you're out of shit luck