This is a song about "Coon snaps"

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon