This is a song about "Strap up"

Is what i quest

Strap the bomb to my chest

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

What's that gap in that strap

You know, work that

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed