This is a song about "Tunes"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

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

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