This is a song about "Fish"

And there's little to be glad for

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

They say nothings ever free

The fish was kinda smelly