This is a song about "Tuna"

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

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

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

You are a little tuna fish

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

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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