This is a song about "Fish sticks"

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

People don't condone what they've never seen

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Let me cash you out , here hold this

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

All along i've been casting for a better fish

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Pinning and sticks in its ways

I miss the better days

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish