This is a song about "Fish washing"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

The fish was kinda smelly

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

You are a little tuna fish

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

The bitches is everything in between

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

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

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches