This is a song about "Old ducks"

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Theyre ducks, hides and theyre faces contorts and they begin to pray

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

You all are just sitting ducks

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I say that the pool is closed

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These wack bitches getting old