This is a song about "Loney tunes"

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Forging age weathering tunes with flow's waves wetter than you.

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots