This is a song about "Duck sex"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the duck

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

They duck, duck... but that goose'll get 'em poked in the head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

If you quack like a duck and your bill is like a duck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck