This is a song about "Luck"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Testing my fucking luck

Bitches is artificially duck

Think im sweet then try your luck

Don't even try to push your luck/

That shit was wack as fuck

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck