This is a song about "Old ducks"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Where you welcome to problems

You all are just sitting ducks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

When love comes callin', don’t look back

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

These faces and places are growing old,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

Sixteen years old with a old thang