This is a song about "Coon snaps"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

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

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs