This is a song about "Luck"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Prying for the loose puck, supplying opponent's bad luck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Don't have any good luck.

And maybe i am but

A twenty somethin cup

Testing my fucking luck

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

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

Don't even try to push your luck/

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Sorry, man, you're out of luck