This is a song about "Pull up with a strap"

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Like a fiend off the best rock

Cleaning em up with a mop./

I aint scared to pull a strap

But i muscle rap

Life of and outlaw

We spark, pull up then draw