This is a song about "Luck"

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Bitches is artificially duck

Cause im shit outta luck

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Say what you wanna but

Think im sweet then try your luck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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