This is a song about "Fish fry"

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

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

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

And you niggas will acknowledge this

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her