This is a song about "Grilling fish"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

There's other fish in the sea but see i ain't a sailor

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And i can't help but notice

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

In the caravan with some latin bitches