This is a song about "Barbed wire"

Fuck, i'm on with that shady desire like slim connected with a wire,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Who knows? they're probably tapping us with fiber optic wire,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Just a minor, my depression's got my future on the wire/

Electricuting us with that wire

Run for cover and return fire

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show