This is a song about "Crunch wrap"

Wrap that blunt under after

The ice ain't really nothing to her

You already know you're dead

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Un-saran wrap the purple

Have a party at my funeral

Its crunch time i crunch rhymes

Short days, long nights

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Right inside of the imprinted wrap