This is a song about "Fish and chips"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts