This is a song about "Dontes a fish"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Think i'm throwing low blows yo how bout i throw you a left hook catch you like a fish bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

They go major, the flow is no longer

They start feeling like a fish, that's out of water,

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Take her back to where i live