This is a song about "Tuna mayo"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

You are a little tuna fish

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

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

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

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

Want the title but im always fighting under card