This is a song about "Fish boi"

The fish was kinda smelly

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Gotta be something for me write this

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

All along i've been casting for a better fish