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

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

When i rap its like my life is on the wire

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

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