This is a song about "Fish looking ass"

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

All along i've been casting for a better fish

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Be the king, that was part of my dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam