This is a song about "Running out of luck"

I wish you best of luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

We're running out of space,

Baby, you got that super bass

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Don't ask me for money because you're out of luck.

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

People running out with a missing tooth

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck