This is a song about "Luck"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

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

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

Super duper future luck.

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I wish you best of luck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

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

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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