This is a song about "Looney tunes"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Liquor n pills dont fuse look at me now im amused blastin tunes

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree