This is a song about "Fish"

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

The emergency room, gettin stitches

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

There's other fish in the sea but see i ain't a sailor

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

The fish was kinda smelly

Now don’t it sound legendary

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches