This is a song about "The wire"

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Now change the sheets like mama did and hang 'em on the wire,

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her