This is a song about "Tuna"

As my record label nitpicks at this

You are a little tuna fish

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

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro