This is a song about "Luck"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

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

I don't really give a fuck

Testing my fucking luck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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