This is a song about "Tunes"

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

High on loud when i be ridin' out

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.