This is a song about "Luck"

Don't have any good luck.

Say what you wanna but

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

That shit was wack as fuck

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

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

I wish you best of luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck