This is a song about "Loony tunes"

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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,

And all women who had light features, see

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually