This is a song about "Gold fish"

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Then some lady named billie holiday

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold