This is a song about "Gold fish"

Just so happens mine they prefer

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The fish was kinda smelly

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

But like the diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay