This is a song about "Luck"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

I wish you best of luck

Car with no limit what

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

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

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

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