This is a song about "Killing fish"

You are a little tuna fish

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Not for attention for killing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her