I thought that headache had gone away

I guess buffered aspirin is not enough

(Yeah) gone fishing

Lyrically, not for the masses

But I got beats lined up to get they ass kicked

A Dade rapper, but I never been on rap shit

My verse is like a heavy hand on bald heads

it's hard not to slap it

My passion is Christ-like, write like Ernest Hemingway

But I fight like Mike with a swipe bite

Real deal, Holyfield type night

you know what they might like

Bitch, I'm the zeitgeist since I was like

mm, what, sixteen?

Went to school and spit mean

My dog was totin' hammers

we ain't talkin' 'bout no split screen

I'm so ill, I'm sick mean, but back then, I sipped lean

And I'm talkin' way back, when Jay-Z had big jeans

Fuck the best rapper shit, I'm tryna make– (bitches)

I can't be the GOAT and still be bunk, it's not fittin'

A history of hits, but now for you, it's not hittin'

I'm out here five thousand in this bitch, I'm goin' fishing

Uh, uh, going fishing

Uh, uh, uh, ooh

Stop, stop, stop, right here, right there

Oh my God, a bitch-ass nigga approaches

Type to steal your roaches, when your home is done smokin'

A real charlatan, who's irrelevant at the moment

Hardly amount to nothin', I leave 'em pissy and puffy

Your life resumé sayin': You really suck at this

Bad bitch, succubus, ass is re-dunkulus

'Fore you had a style, you had to carry a suffix

Sled on your ice, it's never a cool run-in

Fossil fuelin' up, I make the booth the gas chamber

The gorilla in the mist like Mystikal, you all in danger

I'm submerged in the paper, bred to get it when I wake up

Doctors say it's been a part of my genetic makeup

Lay up (mm) , really wish you could've been a baller

You a angry fan in the stands, you a bother

Last quarter serving up your team in one sittin'

(What are you doing there?) bitch, I'm goin' fishing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(For three days, you'll be doing nothing, but fishing)

(I believe he was fired)