This is a song about "Strap ons"

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Strap the fuck in we finna take a ride on the wild side tell me please

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

My choppa strap too long

We gonna be all the way gone

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

We never tattle, let god handle that