This is a song about "Just my luck"

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

That shits a mind fuck, they deserved it, yet i get called the cooky cluck, this is just my luck,

Because it's just my luck

Love will have you stuck

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

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

Your saying i suck, well fuck, i guess its my bad luck, mister buck,

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

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

In the sniper i'm sighing, i'm crying why is my luck

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Your stuck bad luck. you dont know who you messing with, this my