This is a song about "Fish tactics"

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

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

You are a little tuna fish

I call them hoes josh smith

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

The way we murder beats on single tracks, what tactics,

With my militia poetry tactics

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks