This is a song about "Fish pie"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The fish was kinda smelly

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

You gonna' get hit with something a lot worse than pie

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I got gills bitch im a sea fish