This is a song about "Luck me up"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

Our priorities are fucked up,when somebody makes it,"it's just luck"

I wish you best of luck

Money i make em buck

Don't have any good luck.

I don't really give a fuck

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

So i ain't giving a fuck

Testing my fucking luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Don't you battle me, you're outta luck.