This is a song about "Luck"

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Say you don’t do what

Because it's just my luck

Don't have any good luck.

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

You go and push your luck

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

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Super duper future luck.

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

A twenty somethin cup

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but