This is a song about "Coon snaps"

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

People are trapped like rats in cages, it snaps and snarls 'em,

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

With unless the rest dare press to test till threshold snaps,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats