This is a song about "Tunes"

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through