This is a song about "Wrapping and fighting"

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Angle these beats like a pentagon

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,