This is a song about "How ugly you luck"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Maybe you luck out and meet someone that thinks you're handsome.

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

And if you think if you're something you're out of shit luck

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Thinkin that your luck will save you, that's just superstitious,