This is a song about "Luck"

Super duper future luck.

I thought it'd get better but

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I wish you best of luck

You go and push your luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck