This is a song about "Fish tacos"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Hoping that nobody don't notice

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

How can i portray this

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches