This is a song about "Albino ducks"

You're micro i'm righto you blanch like an albino

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

When that money calls i holla back

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

And your not a rhino though you are that albino

Theyre ducks, hides and theyre faces contorts and they begin to pray

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

You all are just sitting ducks

Good kids make bad grown ups