This is a song about "Bipolar luck hate"

Because it's just my luck

I thought it'd get better but

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Super duper future luck.

I said i don’t give a fuck

Testing my fucking luck

The cool say i'm thug

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, steroid user

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Or something that you paid for

Think i'm bipolar, and moreover/

She say boy you bipolar

The ice ain't really nothing to her