This is a song about "The wire"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Than the birds on the wire

We about to set this bitch on fire

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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