This is a song about "Luck"

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

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

I said i don’t give a fuck

Super duper future luck.

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Say you don’t do what

I wish you best of luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You go and push your luck

That shit was wack as fuck

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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