This is a song about "Fishing rod"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,