This is a song about "Looney tunes"

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels