This is a song about "Strap strap"

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

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

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Your heart was false just like the words you said