This is a song about "A fish named pete"

I'm went from god to a king, pete rose, philly,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You are a little tuna fish