This is a song about "Fish paste"

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish

Destined to win, get respect where i live

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed