This is a song about "Strap on"

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

You, you, you have to pay for that

What's that gap in that strap

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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