This is a song about "Duck tape quacks back at him"

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Rip this kid to bits kick him in a chair and tape him

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Despising him, no need to fall back.

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

On my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.

Look at ur tits duck are they fake duck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

But your the one whos stuck at home watchin him

The world should turn as soon as my records spin