This is a song about "Wire"

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Fuck, i'm on with that shady desire like slim connected with a wire,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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