This is a song about "Vinyl wrap"

Right inside of the imprinted wrap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I try to wrap my head around it, try to understand,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

I'm on the block as usual

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

And by the celophane is type of plastic wrap

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Wrap you in saran plastic,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

Get it back and shit