This is a song about "Syrup and my strap"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Well, i can handle that

What's that gap in that strap

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

I ain't tryna brag though

Syrup got me so slow

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