This is a song about "Luck"

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

I wish you best of luck

Bitches is artificially duck

Don't have any good luck.

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

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

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck