This is a song about "Fish"

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

They start feeling like a fish, that's out of water,

I got something you've been waiting for

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some