This is a song about "Good luck with that"

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Don't have any good luck.

The cool say i'm thug

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,