This is a song about "Luck"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Prying for the loose puck, supplying opponent's bad luck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Because it's just my luck

Think im sweet then try your luck

They just don't give a fuck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

She said i'm ready to fuck

Cause im shit outta luck