This is a song about "Jelly fish"

Hey, the mind state of a winner

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Our history that they stole, africa

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish

You ain’t never been higher than this

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

The tables are turned i can't take this

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Who know this be the life that i really live

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

So while the world goes drake crazy