This is a song about "Fish scale"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

So it's nothing to finish

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Hey, the mind state of a winner

Yo this is your homie a scale

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Knowing you can no longer party

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

My intellect wasn't diagnosed to scale

That’s what i call a fairy tale

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss