This is a song about "Baby ducks"

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Rollin' with my baby

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

So i can understand police victims

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Please boo what's your size crazy

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

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately