This is a song about "The wire"

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

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

To tie the wire to his tire

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

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

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Just a minor, my depression's got my future on the wire/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for