This is a song about "Fish lips"

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

You ain’t never been higher than this

Thick lips and a sick class

So chase the air hide your stash

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

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Me & mom alone every dinner

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

And maybe cupid won't miss

You are a little tuna fish