This is a song about "Gansta ducks"

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

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