This is a song about "Fish camp"

And there's little to be glad for

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

The bitches is everything in between

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The fish was kinda smelly

They want me to concentrate in a camp

And even more alarming is the fact