This is a song about "Wire"

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there