This is a song about "Snap back"

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

They keep trying to hold me back but i snap their hands off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Attack a reverend, snap his neck and send that faggot back to heaven

But if i bend to much im gonna snap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

If it wasn't for a few select comrades i'd snap

Bend u backwards snap your back matrix

We all here, from the dealers to the kids