This is a song about "Barbed wire"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My papa saw that sad anger wire

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

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

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

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And nothing will stop me whether its you or barbed wire

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Another 5, eli won't even be there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air