This is a song about "Fish barbecue"

Then some lady named billie holiday

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

Who know this be the life that i really live

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The fish was kinda smelly

I take hunan i take sezchuan chefs barbecue it's nothin

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him