This is a song about "Yoga pants and 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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Attached like pants keepin casual

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die