This is a song about "Strap ons"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

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

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I aint scared to pull a strap

Top dropped down, black on black

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

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

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