This is a song about "Duck wraps"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Smoking lye, you know i'm high, i'm floating like a rubber duck

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

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

At least have the decency, fuck, it's the titanic, duck,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And i ain't playing games no duck duck goose

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

And i'm too hot for you haters like thai duck

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.