This is a song about "Fish lips"

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

You are a little tuna fish

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I call it speaking tongues

I read a cops lips once

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.