This is a song about "Three small fishes"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

So pretentious with no potential

My trademark im small and mental!

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

Second peter one three

Hey, must be the money

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Crocodile to these fishes watch em pile like some dishes

Now we must stand tall

Her tits are fucking small

And you know its just us three

They gotta point em out baby

Or two. or maybe three?

C’mon and let’s chill baby