This is a song about "Lucky vachon"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I stay lucky cause im never sober

And every woman looking at you knew that you was kinda lucky

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Your lucky not a casket

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Lucky to the guys that experienced succession,

Everyday is like the lottery, hes lucky to be alive

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

If he does my soul to keep

Lucky its such a good treat

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Choked, but i was lucky enough to slip away, lastly.