This is a song about "Fish fry"

After lebron, i'm what's next

Or a sunday fry x4

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

I spend it make it right back on a monday

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Let me cash you out , here hold this

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish