This is a song about "Small ducks"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

You all are just sitting ducks

I'll manhandle these fucks / the rhino almost damn trampled these ducks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm mental, it's instrumental

My trademark im small and mental!

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

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

Her tits are fucking small

And i love you all