This is a song about "Strap"

What's that gap in that strap

It ain't like that

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

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

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I aint scared to pull a strap

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace