This is a song about "Tuna fish"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

But more importantly taught me to pray

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

You are a little tuna fish

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

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