This is a song about "A fish"

You are a little tuna fish

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The fish was kinda smelly

Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

I bet a blind fish would rap better than you