This is a song about "Luck"

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I don't really give a fuck

Don't have any good luck.

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Without your love it's cold as fuck

You go and push your luck