This is a song about "Luck"

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

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

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Cause im shit outta luck

Bitches is artificially duck

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

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

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck