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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

Than the birds on the wire

Huh, i can't interpret her

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Raising my fingers to critics

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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