This is a song about "For loops"

Agony like a cavity who, wrathfully loops,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

Not for attention for killing

Why not me the same thing

Looking for solvency

If you ain't about money

Looking for reception

You're uncool like my mother kin

That you can blame me for

The shit that i spit is more

I got nothing to live for

Not relying on the light no more