This is a song about "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea shaneka gordon"

Getting me back, i got other options, plenty of fish in the sea/

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Tryna find the one

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

The beat floating on top of my mind like a cork on the sea,

Evil like the opposite of the dark night in the darkest night under a bright street light

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Who listens to rock n roll,who raps and lives in the ghetto

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,