This is a song about "Fishing"

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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