This is a song about "Lightly fried fish filet"

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

The fish was kinda smelly

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

You got to have your game tight

Aight santana man...let's do this

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

We tread lightly in shallow water until we wade

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision