This is a song about "Lee kays tuna"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

That's the way, you can move it baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

This for my niggas that really rap hard

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

You are a little tuna fish

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body