This is a song about "The wire"

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

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

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

That's what rains for

Bullets and barbed wire

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Than the birds on the wire

Of impactful things one can ask for

When i rap its like my life is on the wire

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence