This is a song about "Fish ando chips"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

All along i've been casting for a better fish

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love