This is a song about "Wired"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

So they just paint wired

Pink drank on, sprite work

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

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

Of being of always getting wired

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms