This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I take hunan i take sezchuan chefs barbecue it's nothin

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

My talent should take me places i've never been

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

All along i've been casting for a better fish

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her