This is a song about "Wraps"

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Wraps it around his neck, and says goodbye

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

You see the devil is alive but he work slow