This is a song about "Fish whore"

Not relying on the light no more

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

Of impactful things one can ask for

Christian dior your girl is a whore

But she’s a slut she’s whore

You see i gotta go to war

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

Ships that sail to distant places

You are a little tuna fish

The fish was kinda smelly

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

If i can leave this place, and just get away

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches