This is a song about "Luck"

The cool say i'm thug

Think im sweet then try your luck

Cause im shit outta luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

Say what you wanna but

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Testing my fucking luck

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Don't even try to push your luck/