This is a song about "Vanessa luck"

What, what ... project shit what

Don't even try to push your luck/

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

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Prying for the loose puck, supplying opponent's bad luck

Don't you battle me, you're outta luck.

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,