This is a song about "Badly wrapped gifts"

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

As i wrapped a fat zoot commenting on my handiwork

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

I keep my money neat

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose

She dont have a problem with, with

I threw out all the gifts

So please,please come back to me, cuz' we families needed u badly.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree