This is a song about "Bitches and luck"

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

You go and push your luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Summertime in the city

Of bad bitches and good tree

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

And with any luck i'll make it land on a spike

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Full of luck, end up with a severed head and coconuts

You crossed the line fucked with mine and now your shit outta luck

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.