This is a song about "Snaps"

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs