This is a song about "Luck"

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

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

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

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

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

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Testing my fucking luck

That shit was wack as fuck

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

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

You go and push your luck

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