This is a song about "Looney tunes"

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

O.k loony tunes, plotting to kill me tupac if i died sure my death be a mystery

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut