This is a song about "Wrapping gifts"

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

I threw out all the gifts

Before we see it's hard to live

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Rub the wood and ima show em love