This is a song about "Fish"

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

See, i'm just trying to focus

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

And slid back north of course to pen more

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war