This is a song about "Fishing in the 1900s"

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

See, where i come from is hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light