This is a song about "Gold fish"

Women front, they get its cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

You gotta go all day for that gold

I mean of course just the same old

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

The fish was kinda smelly

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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