This is a song about "Telephone wire"

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Fuck, i'm on with that shady desire like slim connected with a wire,

Back in my zone

Hang up the telephone

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My papa saw that sad anger wire

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

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

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,