This is a song about "Big ducks"

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Used to find dope in his coat

You all are just sitting ducks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

And my name too big, and my gang too big

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks