This is a song about "Bipolar luck hate"

They just don't give a fuck

You go and push your luck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Don't even try to push your luck/

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Testing my fucking luck

I love you though i'll still fuck

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

That shit was wack as fuck

Don't have any good luck.

The cool say i'm thug

Think im sweet then try your luck

Think i'm bipolar, and moreover/

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur