This is a song about "Fish food"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

All my niggas get together to gather loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Or know them testament verses

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

The fish was kinda smelly

I’m tryna be low key

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

The tables are turned i can't take this