This is a song about "Plastic wrap"

The problem is that his subconscious likes to wrap

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Are they made outta plastic?

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

I'm from the number one place on the map

Im trying to see her in bed

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Like plastic action figures

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Trips in the cake holes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

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,