This is a song about "Barbed wire"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Come here i’m about to take you higher

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Than the birds on the wire

Sucker mc’s should call me sire

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop