This is a song about "Kyles fish head"

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

The bitches is everything in between

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

The fish was kinda smelly

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

For when niggas don’t see their seeds till they see the judges

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

I hit your block and we can box for fun