This is a song about "Rubber ducks"

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Shout out my nigga miles

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

And take ya'll supper

I always use the rubber.

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Can’t you see just how long my run

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Fuck a rubber, my cums inbound