This is a song about "Looney tunes"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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