This is a song about "Wrapping gifts"

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

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

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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