This is a song about "Duckins"

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,