This is a song about "Fishy fishy blub blub drown"

I'm over thinking i should go drown.

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

If someone doesn't listen to him he'll make them drown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

I see my haters drown so get a boat

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Even if it does smell fishy

But i came to get down

And in fire it will drown

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down

We were stuck in place, while i was happy to drown