This is a song about "Yoga pants and tuna"

And panned out, i'm all in love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

You are a little tuna fish

As my record label nitpicks at this

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

So raised like i'm doing yoga, kilo of something is what i take.

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Attached like pants keepin casual

Got to the end of the tunnel

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart