This is a song about "Bipolar luck hate"

Bitches is artificially duck

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

She say boy you bipolar

But that's what he liked her

Super duper future luck.

I thought it'd get better but

I wish you best of luck

Money i make em buck

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Our priorities are fucked up,when somebody makes it,"it's just luck"

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Bipolar, i'm manic

I know you're mad, but so what

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,