This is a song about "Old ducks"

Your name is benny 19 years old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Shes only 17 years old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

The real muscle in the message of that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

These faces and places are growing old,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.