This is a song about "Snap back"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But i snap back an i stack facts from past relationships ive had,

The real muscle in the message of that

But if i bend to much im gonna snap

Off the top like a confiscated snap back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Now loose the caps and make your mind distorted in a snap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Snap your neck back like a gun cock it,

Bitch slap you till you snap

It's all good, finna dog that

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man