This is a song about "Lady luck"

You go and push your luck

That shit was wack as fuck

Cause im shit outta luck

A twenty somethin cup

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

With the pretty little lady

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But now all i scream is how he is such a lady

Let me rideuntil i get free

Boy get off your so called little lady,

They just don't give a fuck

Testing my fucking luck

I love you though i'll still fuck

Because it's just my luck