Fishing with the
Those many Grammies, man, them tats over
Your body, Bruh: Bling-bling makes much more sense,
You know what I’m sayin’ peeps shoot them guns
An’ you out there cracking at Georgia Bush,
Give him verbal kicks in his Texan tush.
Man, lemme show you the Playaz Rivah
Ain’t no rappaz on these obscure watahs,
Just old fellas wadin’ against currents,
An apt metaphor for trying to make
Your mark in that music biz filled with
Your blood, a lot of froth, meaningless fizz.
We teach you to catch some brown troutz, vocode
It all, start to finish, tape for Yuma,
Show that judge out there you got addictions
Like drinkin’ towns got their fishin’problems.