This is a song about "Fish sticks"

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Lust will have you slipping

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish

The fish was kinda smelly

But five years from now i bet she see

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

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