This is a song about "Fish boi"

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Get my taste from all of my bitches

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,