This is a song about "Looney tunes"

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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