This is a song about "Fish"

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

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

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

God mc oh my god you gotta see

The fish was kinda smelly

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,