This is a song about "Luck"

A twenty somethin cup

Cause im shit outta luck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Think im sweet then try your luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

She said i'm ready to fuck

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

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

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

Prying for the loose puck, supplying opponent's bad luck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug