This is a song about "Luck"

Super duper future luck.

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

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

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

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

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

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

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Bitches is artificially duck

I know you're mad, but so what

Testing my fucking luck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck