This is a song about "Looney tunes"

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Let me kill em in a second when i’m makin the best tunes,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

But you try to play your tunes and we hear nothing but static

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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