This is a song about "Bitches and luck"

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Little more weed, first class seats

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

Maybe you luck out and meet someone that thinks you're handsome.

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

They gotta point em out baby

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches