This is a song about "Im strapped"

With bombs strapped to me, attached to my anatomy

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Got my sneakers on my shoes strapped to my feat

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

You better be strapped on some gun shit to be blessed my me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Forever strapped to this lesser bare chair i'm seated in

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat