This is a song about "Coon snaps"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

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

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

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

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

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans