This is a song about "Luck"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

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

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

A twenty somethin cup

The cool say i'm thug

Because it's just my 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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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