This is a song about "Luck"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Don't even try to push your luck/

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

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

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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