This is a song about "Snap your fingers"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Bitch slap you till you snap

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

You living in your dreams, it's time to snap back to the reality

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I can tear your heart out when your chest and my five fingers clash

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Your raps, oh snap, i'm back, on this track.

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Never been one to point fingers