This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

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

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

And i be talking about me, i do this

Barbecue meals laughing having a blasttill you met a roommate it was our doomsday

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way