This is a song about "Luck"

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

That shit was wack as fuck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Testing my fucking luck

And maybe i am but

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

I don't really give a fuck

I wish you best of luck