This is a song about "Coon snaps"

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

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

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/