This is a song about "Luck maker"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

I love you though i'll still fuck

Testing my fucking luck

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Jaw breaker i'ma take it shake ya money maker

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Don't have any good luck.

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But you know what

Cause im shit outta luck

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

I know you're mad, but so what

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker