This is a song about "Dirty whore tune fish sandwiches big britches"

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

But she’s a slut she’s whore

They fiend in the door

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

This is how she want to live

You are a little tuna fish

Listening to that tune

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon