This is a song about "Luck"

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

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Super duper future luck.

A twenty somethin cup

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut