This is a song about "Fish washing"

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

All along i've been casting for a better fish