This is a song about "Snaps"

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks