This is a song about "Luck"

Our priorities are fucked up,when somebody makes it,"it's just luck"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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