This is a song about "Fish fry"

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

We vegetables, on them record labels

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Fry them up like potatoes

But keep on your clothes

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

As my record label nitpicks at this

Who know this be the life that i really live

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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