This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

All along i've been casting for a better fish

You are a little tuna fish

And you niggas will acknowledge this

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish