This is a song about "Fire fish"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Which is the root of all negative

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Your on fire.. your on fire

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Said when i do dirt wit her

The fish was kinda smelly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three