This is a song about "Your in luck"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

We're about to fuck, but my luck turns bad when the cops bust in,

Well, um, there's a but

You go and push your luck

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Fuck your whole crew too nigga, you're outta luck fool

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Music and tabs of dixie land, take your luck with this rapper.

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck