This is a song about "Old ducks"

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

Naked woman rub my back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

These faces and places are growing old,

These wack bitches getting old

Is a space that now you hold

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

We vegetables, on them record labels

When that money calls i holla back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks