This is a song about "Wrapping it up"

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Now he takes it up the butt while he puckers up

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

How fucked up it can be,

Walk that body, talk that body

Our everything, you devoured it up.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Your weak so give it up, while i live it up

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

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

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Must pick it up, but im afraid someone will creep up...

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck