This is a song about "Rubber ducks"

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Quick flipping up sexy back

In the house, holla back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

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

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

I always use the rubber.

Something worth dying for

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

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother