This is a song about "Fish sticks"

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Ten more depending on where wale going

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

You are a little tuna fish

She gon get the mils for this

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail