This is a song about "Dark skinned men"

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Or let the mob handle that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

I talk to myself in the dark

February cold as my heart

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

He's a skinned chicken full of lies prepped for sacrifice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

And it rules everything around them

But he don't rule a thing

They're all light skinned barely breathing