This is a song about "Vanessa luck"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

And if you think if you're something you're out of shit luck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Testing my fucking luck

The cool say i'm thug

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

So i ain't giving a fuck

Think im sweet then try your luck

Don't even try to push your luck/

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck