This is a song about "Ducks"

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Theyre ducks, hides and theyre faces contorts and they begin to pray

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'll manhandle these fucks / the rhino almost damn trampled these ducks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

In the house, holla back