This is a song about "Prom wire"

Huh, i can't interpret her

To tie the wire to his tire

Bullets and barbed wire

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

When i rap its like my life is on the wire

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

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

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire