This is a song about "Tough luck"

All we need is convienient love

So baby don't act tough

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

We're young and we don't give a fuck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

When the going get's real tough, the tough are usually still wrong

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Don't have any good luck.

I wish you best of luck

A twenty somethin cup

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough