This is a song about "Luck"

You go and push your luck

Love will have you stuck

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

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

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,