This is a song about "Luck"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

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

And maybe i am but

I wish you best of luck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Our priorities are fucked up,when somebody makes it,"it's just luck"

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Don't even try to push your luck/

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck