This is a song about "Strap ons"

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

C-doggy dogg pulls out the strap and lays them bustas down

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Strap the bomb to my chest

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn