This is a song about "Fish nazi"

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

I seem to love these whips - a white

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

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

They say nothings ever free

The fish was kinda smelly

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

All along i've been casting for a better fish