This is a song about "Wired"

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

So they just paint wired

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Of being of always getting wired

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

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain