This is a song about "Hittin snaps"

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Or closed casket for our troubles

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

Your developmental league don’t see a team

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Wild and out bad trippin', that's the body i been hittin'

Uncle tom's hittin the rock that i'm weighing on scales

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks