This is a song about "Lettuce wrap"

The problem is that his subconscious likes to wrap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Got me goin off like im gallagher, plastic wrap is surrounding ya,

If we could get that back, i'll split the wrap

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I know the world been waiting for that

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

Wrap you in saran plastic,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

You just got jacked and body snatched and it's a wrap

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that