This is a song about "Luck maker"

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I love you though i'll still fuck

Because it's just my luck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Don't have any good luck.

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Momma always said id end up a trouble maker

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Super duper future luck.

Money i make em buck