This is a song about "Ducking britches"

Got bitches ducking under covers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

When i ride on u betta be ducking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Suspicious babies in britches