This is a song about "Coil of copper wire"

Electricuting us with that wire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Than the birds on the wire

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Ay yo you wonder who i are

To tie the wire to his tire

You gon' tip her

Bullets and barbed wire

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

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