This is a song about "Fish and chips"

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Of all burgers the chips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Pocket racked up all big faces

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Young money motherfucker we the shit

After eating burgers and chips

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips