This is a song about "Coil of copper wire"

Electricuting us with that wire

Run for cover and return fire

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

And nothing will stop me whether its you or barbed wire

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Something worth dying for

Than the birds on the wire