This is a song about "Luck"

I said i don’t give a fuck

Don't have any good luck.

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

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Don't even try to push your luck/

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

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

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic