This is a song about "My duck"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

So y'all can know my voice like donald duck

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Her blood leaking, so i drink it like juice, duck duck goose

So the days of being a duck are over

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Trying to look like a duck, selfie-girl knows whats up

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

You ugly fuck,forget beyonce,target duck daisy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Bug on my window, maggot, you duck like in limbo, flopping

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing