This is a song about "Fish pussys"

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Your crews full of pussys that cant stand there ground, whats gonna happen when spb rolls around,

You see that's all it takes for you pussys to blow up like a bomb

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The fish was kinda smelly

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

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Look it something they can't ever see

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.