This is a song about "Lady luck"

I'm after lady boyle

My balls get lubed in oil

I don't really give a fuck

I wish you best of luck

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

Because it's just my luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

So i ain't giving a fuck