This is a song about "Wire"

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

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

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

Bullets and barbed wire

And i ain't frontin for her

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

King the ring and got that sting like barb wire

My papa saw that sad anger wire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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