This is a song about "Tuna fish"

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

And i can't help but notice

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

All along i've been casting for a better fish

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

The fish was kinda smelly

You are a little tuna fish

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish