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

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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