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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance