This is a song about "Small ducks"

Or keep small it around four

You see i gotta go to war

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

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Theyre ducks, hides and theyre faces contorts and they begin to pray

Her tits are fucking small

Bitch, i was born to ball

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You get hit wit a small dose

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

I've got muslims calling on jesus

I just wanna rip him into small pieces