This is a song about "Red wire"

Found dead covered in red

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Color your eyes alveolar red

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

Covered the room in splattered red,

I work hard for everything i get

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

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

Bitch i'm on fire

Quick as a zip wire