This is a song about "Lucky charms"

Your lucky not a casket

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

It. those who support me are all lucky cuz that's pure money.

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

I rake in loads of bone charms

Finish line with the tire marks

I know im lucky he's mine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I stay lucky cause im never sober

Everyday is like the lottery, hes lucky to be alive

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights