This is a song about "100 it racks"

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Carry kids like weightlifting school buses full of it

You're very attractive, and notice that

Low income no bills getting paid

100 below centigrade

I keep it 100 , and you should know it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom