This is a song about "Fish"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

I got bigger problems baby

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

And i don't run counters no more

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish