This is a song about "Fish"

The fish was kinda smelly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Damn, they wanna label me a menace