This is a song about "Fish"

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Then keep your change like an oink machine

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Then some lady named billie holiday

You are a little tuna fish

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

All along i've been casting for a better fish