This is a song about "Crunch wrap"

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

Y'all similes is literal shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

A criminal grind mean hustle

And by the celophane is type of plastic wrap

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

When i get my hands on nines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Lets split up and find him, before he finds others to crunch

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Right inside of the imprinted wrap

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that