This is a song about "Barb wire"

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

Regardless to all them, i appease her

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

When i rap its like my life is on the wire

Come here i’m about to take you higher

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Than the birds on the wire