This is a song about "Fish fry"

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

You are a little tuna fish

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

The fish was kinda smelly