This is a song about "Todd fishing rod"

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I'm always fishing for new diction man, you wouldn't believe it

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga