This is a song about "Strap"

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

For tryin' to communicate through a song

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

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

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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