This is a song about "100 racks"

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

It's just textbook stuff

You are 100% in to snuff

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

100 dollar worth of strong

We wrote this song

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,