This is a song about "Fish tacos"

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Popos to bring me some tacos while these locos looking like bozos saying

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

People don't condone what they've never seen