This is a song about "Barbed wire"

Just a minor, my depression's got my future on the wire/

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

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

Huh, i can't interpret her

To tie the wire to his tire

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Than the birds on the wire

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

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

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

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