This is a song about "Fish"

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,