This is a song about "Ducks and monkeys"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

"no more monkeys jumping on the bed" but i am not respondin',

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Baby all i do is rap

Good kids make bad grown ups

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

May just gon' bring hobo back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.