This is a song about "Baby ducks"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

It's obvious i'm crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

I'm still just a baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Wonder if they take it all back

And i know love me baby

God mc oh my god you gotta see