This is a song about "Old ducks"

Since i was a day old,

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

You see when i was 19 years old

And don't think what you're old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

And that maybach, let me take em way back

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old