This is a song about "Mista tung twista"

Fishes swimming out there, i wonder who the next is.

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

When i hit platinum youll still be tryna get to double copper

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

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

The life of a rapper, swimming in champagne

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Swimming in the ocean you can call me nemo,

Time to get her bags get ghost

From the east to the west coast