This is a song about "It was not luck"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm not mad i'm curious, was it you, now i'm furious.

And with any luck i'll make it land on a spike

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Lately been writing poems

Its not like it was, just do it once

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Cause i ain't havin' no luck with this little bum foot so fuck it

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I can tell you that it was not a mishap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Dissed you thinking it was cool, not just cuz i was mad

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back