This is a song about "Old ducks"

Then those bitches who grew old.

Where i from, it get cold

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Your name is benny 19 years old

She always comin back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Good kids make bad grown ups

Shes only 17 years old

Is a space that now you hold