This is a song about "Luck"

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

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

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I thought it'd get better but

Don't have any good luck.

A twenty somethin cup

Because it's just my luck

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

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

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