This is a song about "Barbecue fish"

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

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

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

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

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

You are a little tuna fish

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

They say theres plenty fish in the sea