This is a song about "Old ducks"

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Cause u know that this my jam

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Where i from, it get cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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