This is a song about "Luck"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

Because it's just my luck

She said i'm ready to fuck

Love will have you stuck

You go and push your luck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

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

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug