This is a song about "10 racks"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

10 mil thats all i want

So rest your weary heart

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

10 fives, 5 tens, 8 twenties its nothin!

Only concern was the home that was close to him

God damn pull out my racks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"