This is a song about "Ducks and monkeys"

This is why her nigga mad

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And i'm dizzy and spinning