This is a song about "Salty fish"

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

And wonder how we ever came to this

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

All along i've been casting for a better fish

If it smell like fish, then we can play hooky.

You a lady boss, now you fly free