This is a song about "Rubber duckies"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And i ain't even have the decency to nut in a rubber

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

U fell in love with my lyrics, they just fuked u n burst! wit no rubber

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

But at least we're smart enough to wear a rubber "glove".