This is a song about "Fish tank"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

So ima cashin on a half tank

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

They are the coaches in this

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Babe you know it gets no better than this

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Would be sin-bad if every lie was a water filled fish tank

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

All along i've been casting for a better fish