This is a song about "Telephone wires"

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

Pretty much i'm tingled in wires medicine i've to hire

My position improving, not to mention

Snipping the wires, no phone call for protection

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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,

Beating him over the head with the telephone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Hang up the telephone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

That is connected to wires hiding inside of my bones