This is a song about "Fish eggs"

Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

As my record label nitpicks at this

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

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Ain't no eggs for the batter

That damier bag i bought her

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

You are a little tuna fish