This is a song about "Dish"

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

The tables are turned i can't take this

Dish you out without a doubt or second thought as though i forgot what you did snitch,

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

You snitch,before you be homeless,go do the dish

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

Get my taste from all of my bitches

The door crack, niggas all black

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

My stomach feeling empty i could use a dish

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live