This is a song about "Fish chips"

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

My team getting digits

For a bit of weed and chips

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

And i can't help but notice

You are a little tuna fish