This is a song about "Yearly octopus"

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

They start feeling like a fish, that's out of water,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Like a penguin 'cause he's still lying in bed asleep

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

See you later at the dinner, cry crocodile tears

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I wanna buy grills so big you can put it on a crocodile smile

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss