This is a song about "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

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

That's making revenue of a name we cherish

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Babe you know it gets no better than this

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Gorgeous red hair, looking for the fish tail