This is a song about "Luck"

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

I wish you best of luck

What, what ... project shit what

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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