This is a song about "Rubber ducks"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

The choice can be no other

I always use the rubber.

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.