This is a song about "Snap god"

Off the top like a confiscated snap back

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Do it ppv, snap necks with the pressure

Uh, for worse or for better

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Crawled my head in a noose/ lucky snap it came loose/

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Now you better fuckin leave before my posse snap

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

My flow is picturesque, picture this like snap chat

Now move back over here to the right

Snap a pic of my dick on your chest tonight