This is a song about "My pack luck"

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Fuck this fight get outta my site, gotta hell take a break, life aint a game of luck.

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

In the sniper i'm sighing, i'm crying why is my luck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Getting den digitsi think i'll have a 6 pack for my

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Retrying my luck to see, my highness reluctantly

She made my life beautiful and bought me the fuckin' luck.

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck