This is a song about "Shakedown stockholm"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

You are a little tuna fish

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

I'm still a ruler, i eat it if it doesn't smell like tuna

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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