This is a song about "Ish"

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

But i cant give much (ish) away cause im tryin to be discrete

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Blew them outta #water, with a #fin-ish blow

And im not puffin on the green or snorting (ish) white as pearl

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

Apparently i'm autistic-ish, does it show? maybe

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

The water i drink is gray-ish green, not sure if it's water or a creative scene.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen