This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

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

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Professing they found one ready as this

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

The fish was kinda smelly

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

And all women who had light features, see

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,