This is a song about "Fish food"

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss