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

Energized and still going

That the villains are pulling in

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

This boa, what's your motivation

Knocked out in the lunch in

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

He's in the books he's in the cites

Paper planes, long flights

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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