This is a song about "Down on my luck"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I'm in words, inversely proportional in my own luck,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

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

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed