This is a song about "Duck wraps"

Walk wit a waddle, like daffy duck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

With shocks at hospital, we learned to just duck when it pops,

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

So y'all can know my voice like donald duck

So the days of being a duck are over

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her