This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

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

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Not to mention wale is on the way

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

The good kid from the ugly city