This is a song about "Strap ons"

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

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

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

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

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

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I aint scared to pull a strap

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

What's that gap in that strap

One night love: i'mma need that