This is a song about "Boiled goose"

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

And i ain't playing games no duck duck goose

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

You fly like the spruce goose, you also both know how to fail/

I'm not a boiled dinner, im past a beginner, got so much powerball tickets i look like

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Look, duck goose duck goose, pick a fucking rapper out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Her blood leaking, so i drink it like juice, duck duck goose

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed