This is a song about "Barbed wire"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And nothing will stop me whether its you or barbed wire

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

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

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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