This is a song about "Fish tactics"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

They got more tactics tricks up sleeves diversions

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The fish was kinda smelly

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic