This is a song about "Rubber duckies"

I might just bust and these bullets aint rubber

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Just because i look hansome don't think my lyrics are rubber.

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Fuck a rubber, my cums inbound

Exit the v wit my gun out

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

The bitch feel. if i'm fast i'm burning the rubber

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Peel out, burnin rubber

Jt: didn't get a gift for her