This is a song about "Barbed wire"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

Quick as a zip wire

Name, and your entire

To tie the wire to his tire

Listen to every word that i slur

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And now i walk around without a care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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