This is a song about "Coil of copper wire"

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

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

You probably a copper,

What is hittin' for

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Gotta copper chopper, whatchin me as i soon become hopper,

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Who knows? they're probably tapping us with fiber optic wire,