This is a song about "Wrap day"

Right inside of the imprinted wrap

Can't win with a passive attack

My body gets numb when i snap when i'm fighting it's a wrap

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break

Imma fucking wrap my hand around his damn throat and squeeze,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

If they don't understand wrap lips around my clit bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich