This is a song about "Down on my luck"

She made my life beautiful and bought me the fuckin' luck.

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Because it's just my luck

I said i don’t give a fuck

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck