This is a song about "Pull out my strap"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Pull out the pesticide education supplied

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword

I know my daddy gone

My choppa strap too long

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

So i pull out my 9 milimeter and put a 2 liter right between his eyes,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I'll pull out my fencing sword

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Turn you over pull it out

I domain over your terrain, then stop! kick you off, pull out my cock,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop