This is a song about "Fish fingers"

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

All along i've been casting for a better fish

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

But make sure if they do see

Never been one to point fingers

Got one, got two, three, four girls