This is a song about "Fish camp"

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The fish was kinda smelly