This is a song about "Fish tactics"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

If this was war, i'd have superior tactics/

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Im the best with tactics

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Before i never routed, now i got the tactics,,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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