This is a song about "Luck"

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

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

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

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

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

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

Cause im shit outta luck

The cool say i'm thug

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

It's not making sense to you right now but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck