This is a song about "Strap on"

You were right here all along

My choppa strap too long

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

What's that gap in that strap

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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