This is a song about "Get me a strap"

What's that gap in that strap

You know, work that

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Get a sack and come smoke with me

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel