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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You're a disgrace to the race of the duck i could give a fuck

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So if i talk down to a man

Just take control if you can

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

He can't even pull his dick out the mud, so cut the crap. i shouldn't have to

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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