This is a song about "Fish eggs"

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

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter