This is a song about "Fish titties"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Signin titties at the rock shows

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

The fish was kinda smelly

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail