This is a song about "Good luck"

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

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

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

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

Super duper future luck.

Uh ha, you know what

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I wish you best of luck

Well, um, there's a but

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Don't even try to push your luck/

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes