This is a song about "Luck bars"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

What, what ... project shit what

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

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

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

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You go and push your luck

Uh ha, you know what

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck