This is a song about "Rubber duckies"

Made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

So it leaves me to wonder

You know i don't wear a rubber

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

"oh shit, honey, the rubber broke, here's another kid",

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

Fuck a rubber, my cums inbound

Everytime you come around