This is a song about "Fish"

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

We might be back in this baby

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see