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

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

You need to take a break man chill out and sit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

I'm a real man and you know it's true,

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Take it like a man and go to the desk and sit,

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she