This is a song about "Luck me up"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

About the crowd hoping that they'd bump me out of luck

Hopefully you luck up with your asking whos who and whats what

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Testing my fucking luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

2 girls 1 cup

Cause im shit outta luck

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

It was me who received all the good luck

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck