This is a song about "Ducks"

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

In the house, holla back

As she goes through the levels

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

You all are just sitting ducks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids