This is a song about "Loony tunes"

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

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

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

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

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