This is a song about "Ducks"

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

Ain't even tryna hold back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

You all are just sitting ducks

As she goes through the levels

Where you welcome to problems

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

And you all will respect that

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

We follow the prophets like imma line a couple ducks when i hit

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

I promise i'mma call you back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.