This is a song about "Badly wrapped gifts"

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

This rap will leave you wrapped like a mummy in a tomb

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

But that's not the case with me, i wanna be a rapper so badly,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see