This is a song about "Strap"

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

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Or let the mob handle that

I aint scared to pull a strap

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

So keep your hats on the rap's on so get your strap on

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long