This is a song about "Wrapping presents homie"

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Now you buying birthday presents

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

The presents of the devil you will finally feel.

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope