This is a song about "Luck"

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

Because it's just my luck

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

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

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Don't you battle me, you're outta luck.

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Think im sweet then try your luck

What, what ... project shit what