This is a song about "Fish barbecue"

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

I am olubowale, the answer to this

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

It was just another party

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

You ain’t never been higher than this