This is a song about "Fish"

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Mama told me it'd be days like this

You are a little tuna fish

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

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