This is a song about "Luck"

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

What, what ... project shit what

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Money i make em buck

You go and push your luck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck