This is a song about "Luck"

And maybe i am but

Super duper future luck.

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck