This is a song about "Luck"

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

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

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

Cause im shit outta luck

Say what you wanna but

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Testing my fucking luck

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

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

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

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