This is a song about "Fish boy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The fish was kinda smelly

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

You are a little tuna fish

And i don't rely on no bitches