This is a song about "Oregon ducks"

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

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

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

As she goes through the levels

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Or let the mob handle that

But, all you biitches look like ducks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

The third one is mixed, white and black

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'll manhandle these fucks / the rhino almost damn trampled these ducks

We follow the prophets like imma line a couple ducks when i hit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit