This is a song about "Strap on"

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

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

That nap wrap gap trap bitmap match flap strap slap crap spat

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Strap the bomb to my chest

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

Where every recipient, property of the state