This is a song about "Fish"

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I made a promise to the mirror

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Born brit slice the competition up like fish