This is a song about "Todd fishing rod"

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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