This is a song about "Fish"

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

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

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three