This is a song about "Big strap"

What's that gap in that strap

Now you got me hopped up on that

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

These wussies pretending to stand big

Never ever pay rent

Strap the bomb to my chest

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

I'm from the number one place on the map

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Angle these beats like a pentagon

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Finished mean done, and done mean dead