This is a song about "I rather talk to a mud duck"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

But can i really call me one when i talk most to a host

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

I sleep a lot to avoid people trying to talk

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Around a bonfire,buried the gun in the mud like i was taught too

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me