This is a song about "Coon snaps"

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

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

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

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

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/