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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Who know this be the life that i really live

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

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

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I'm in the the real world

She wanted to fight at first

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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