This is a song about "Luck"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

Super duper future luck.

Bitches is artificially duck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

Money i make em buck

Think im sweet then try your luck

Testing my fucking luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

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

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

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck