This is a song about "Luck maker"

I know you're mad, but so what

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Bitches is artificially duck

Don't even try to push your luck/

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Because it's just my luck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

And maybe i am but

You go and push your luck

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker