This is a song about "Luck"

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

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Well, um, there's a but

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

That shit was wack as fuck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

Cause im shit outta luck

So i ain't giving a fuck

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

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

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

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

Say you don’t do what

Don't have any good luck.

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

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