This is a song about "Shit out of luck"

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

Best of luck, faggot. shit, i'll even vote for you.

I gotta tell you that my love is true

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Fuckin' beat the shit out of him, watch 'em talk smack after,

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

What, what ... project shit what

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Fucking the shit out of this game