This is a song about "Keep the strap"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

Redan road, that’s my street

I pray the lord my guns to keep