This is a song about "Goldfish"

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Life would be so good id escape from this fucking crap

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Id die for anyone that believed in this shit

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

I stack cheetos and doritos like casinos

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

Id rather him rot from within

I know that love it could begin

And i want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Makem feel like restless bowl syndrom/