This is a song about "Luck and dreams"

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Full of luck, end up with a severed head and coconuts

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Hopefully you luck up with your asking whos who and whats what

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

Well, um, there's a but

I'm not strung out and dead of luck