This is a song about "Fish pie"

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

The fish was kinda smelly

Let me rideuntil i get free

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

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

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die