This is a song about "Mutualism"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

And why the hell am i locked in jail

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks