This is a song about "Luck"

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

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Say what you wanna but

Testing my fucking luck

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Think im sweet then try your luck

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck