This is a song about "Dirty whore tune fish sandwiches big britches"

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Even today whenever a tune is played

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

But my character never could be like them, man

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

So fuck life to all those whore

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Suspicious babies in britches

Don’t you be holding back, your love