This is a song about "Ducks"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Or let the mob handle that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

You all are just sitting ducks

Shout out my nigga miles

But, all you biitches look like ducks

So i can understand police victims

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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