This is a song about "Im strapped"

Strapped with gats, back to back, ready, set, go,

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

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

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

It'd be a shame if you got capped or trapped, slapped and strapped

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

She was trapped like a cash strapped gambler, joey finally snapped…

My pockets got paper on paper

Strapped up attacking mom nature