This is a song about "Barbed wire transcontiental railroead beef cattling raising great plains"

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

How simple they are

Cause i'm raising the bar

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

To tie the wire to his tire

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Raising my fingers to critics

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Electricuting us with that wire