This is a song about "Fish and chips"

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

On they twitter writing novels, see

The fish was kinda smelly

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

For a bit of weed and chips

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

I got gills bitch im a sea fish