This is a song about "Kyle fish tacos"

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Randomblackdude and larry fish my idols

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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