Bout Ta Go Fishin’

So I was at my friend Heather's house last night, and I really wanted to write a rap. So I said "Give me a topic." She said "fishing." I was like "...okay."

[Chorus:]
I'm 'bout ta go fishin'
Because I'm so official
I'll leave you all wishin'
You was with me goin' fishin'
I'm 'bout ta go fishin'
Ya dig, son?
You gon' be so jealous
When I catch a big one

I got my tacklebox
And my fishin' pole
I'm finna get some fish
Out on the Pacific Coast
Don't act like you don't know
I go to Florence, yo
On the water I wanna float
Like T-Pain, I'm on a boat
And you know all the ladies wanna holla but
I'm out in open water tryin'a catch a halibut
Not a bass or a salmon
I'm the master at plannin' this fishin' trip
It's a mission trip; not a frickin' ship
But I'm powerful like a freakin' blast from a cannon

[Chorus]

It ain't fishin' season
But I'm killin' 'em
Like a high school classroom
My fishing net is fillin' up
Growing like it's cancerous
But I'm not minding chemo
While your man is watching movies
I'm out grinding, Finding Nemo
And he can kiss my behind
They'll say "he touched the butt"
I got a Japanese family tree line
So gettin' fish is in my blood
And you can stay home
But now just notice
While you're playin' cards
I'm about to "go fish"

[Chorus x2]