This is a song about "Full luck"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Think im sweet then try your luck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

That shit was wack as fuck

Testing my fucking luck

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Don't push your luck kid you're still tender

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her