This is a song about "Luck"

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

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

Because it's just my luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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

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

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Super duper future luck.

Say you don’t do what

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck