This is a song about "Fish in a car"

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

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

Left hopeless in a car about to stall

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

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

You are a little tuna fish

And i don't rely on no bitches

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

The engine in back of my car

And could i be a star

If there’s a shining star

No i can't drive a car