This is a song about "Tuna sauce"

To soho, baby milo so dope

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Huh, a metaphor of course

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

You are a little tuna fish

As often, i do this

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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