This is a song about "Fish food"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

I want to feel her in every way

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

All along i've been casting for a better fish

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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