This is a song about "Oregon ducks"

You all are just sitting ducks

Shout out my nigga miles

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

When that money calls i holla back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

But, all you biitches look like ducks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bet i'm heavy with that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.