This is a song about "Tuna sandwich"

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

All i want is a couple fucking dollars and a sandwich

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,