This is a song about "Wraps"

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Wraps it around his neck, and says goodbye