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

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world

Look, she so stingy with vagina

In the foreground while i'm in the

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

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