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 can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I wish you best of luck

Because it's just my luck

What, what ... project shit what

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I don't really give a fuck

Testing my fucking luck