This is a song about "Fish and chips"

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

The fish was kinda smelly

But you hate them navel kisses

You are a little tuna fish

Of all burgers the chips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

For a bit of weed and chips

Cdg shit match my kicks