This is a song about "Tuna mayo and sweetcorn"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,