This is a song about "Strap on"

But you never come when you period is five days

Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

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

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Wonder where i went wrong

My choppa strap too long

Just say he's the best

Strap the bomb to my chest