This is a song about "Bipolar luck hate"

Car with no limit what

Super duper future luck.

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

You go and push your luck

Don't even try to push your luck/

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

We're young and we don't give a fuck

I wish you best of luck

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

Don't you battle me, you're outta luck.

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck