This is a song about "50 racks"

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Our nation have to bow, africa

50 cent said it best nigga

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

All i got is fuckin racks

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night