This is a song about "Wraps"

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Wraps it around his neck, and says goodbye

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.