This is a song about "Barbed wire"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

When i rap its like my life is on the wire

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

My papa saw that sad anger wire

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Quick as a zip wire

And i just want to hold her

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Now change the sheets like mama did and hang 'em on the wire,

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

And nothing will stop me whether its you or barbed wire

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her