This is a song about "Auto tune"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

(i mean) your tune is looney like it's daffy duck on it

Even today whenever a tune is played

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

So like i said before don't act a fool

Tune in, turn on, drop out to stay cool

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than