This is a song about "Tops and wraps"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

And more than confident

Social conditioning and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops