This is a song about "Kyle fish tacos"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Popos to bring me some tacos while these locos looking like bozos saying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam