This is a song about "Little ducks"

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Everytime i think of you, even a little

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

 a little of me and a little of you,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Never seen you as lyrical

But as time passes i enjoy little

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

One night love: i'mma need that

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

But, all you biitches look like ducks

You are a little tuna fish

So it's nothing to finish

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back