This is a song about "Luck"

That shit was wack as fuck

Don't have any good luck.

I know you're mad, but so what

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

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

And if you think if you're something you're out of shit luck

Money i make em buck

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Think im sweet then try your luck

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

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

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,