This is a song about "Fish"

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

They start feeling like a fish, that's out of water,

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Hopin' that my niggas see

The fish was kinda smelly