This is a song about "Loony tunes"

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

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

And all women who had light features, see

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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