Testo Gone Fishing

I thought that headache had gone away
I guess buffered aspirin is not enough
(Yeah) Going fishing

Lyrically not for the masses
But I got Beats lined up to get they ass kicked
A damn 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 are what they might like
Bitch, I'm the zeitgeist sincе I was like, mm, what, sixteen?
Went to school and [?], my dog was totin' hammers, wе 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 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' fishin'

(Uh, uh, going fishing)
(Uh, uh, uh, ooh, [?] right here)
Oh my God, a bitch ass nigga approaches
Type to steal your roaches, when your homie's 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 for dunkin' us
'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' fishin'

(For three days, you'll be doing nothing, but fishing)
(I believe he was fired)