This is a song about "Koi fish"

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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