This is a song about "Im strapped"

And still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

With bombs strapped to me, attached to my anatomy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

It was strapped with rapt but i let her have it

I work hard for everything i get

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

Every day was a saturday, shit