This is a song about "Strap"

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

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

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

I aint scared to pull a strap

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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