This is a song about "The wire"

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

If its not couture, i will not go to her

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

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

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire