This is a song about "Luck"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

Because it's just my luck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

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

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Super duper future luck.

I know you're mad, but so what

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut