This is a song about "Tunes"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

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

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

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

O.k loony tunes, plotting to kill me tupac if i died sure my death be a mystery

Let me make it and i'll never steal again, or deal againmy only friend is my misery

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually