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

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I'm always fishing for new diction man, you wouldn't believe it

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in