This is a song about "Girl murder and no luck"

You go and push your luck

They just don't give a fuck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

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

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Got the devils own luck/no more a rebel, grown up

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Im smoking alaskan thunderfuck, chillin with this tight white girl must be luck,