This is a song about "Anahiem ducks"

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

But, all you biitches look like ducks

You all are just sitting ducks

Shout out my nigga miles

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

I'll manhandle these fucks / the rhino almost damn trampled these ducks

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

We follow the prophets like imma line a couple ducks when i hit