This is a song about "Tuna mayo"

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

You are a little tuna fish

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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