This is a song about "Coon snaps"

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

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps