This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Niggas talk with limited service

You are a little tuna fish

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Then some lady named billie holiday

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

All along i've been casting for a better fish