This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

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

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

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

You are a little tuna fish

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

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this