This is a song about "10 racks"

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Artistic individuality

It's no longer a new jack city

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

All i got is fuckin racks

I'da stopped there but we still on 10 bars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops