This is a song about "Ducks and grapes and a feminist"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I bet everybody attacks me for being a feminist,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

A pussy and a crotch, rapper and astronaut!

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

I’m tryna be low key

And a fridge and some broccoli

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Strumming my pain with his fingers

A bunch a singers and sinners