This is a song about "Wired"

Saying i'm wack well he's the next liar to get his fuckin' neck wired

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Not talkin,bout a woman you attention whore ill have ya jaw wired shut

I'll carry him and throw him into some wired barbs

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

Of being of always getting wired

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

My brain is wired several ways, in each lane there's a crane