This is a song about "Fish pussys"

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

You are a little tuna fish

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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