This is a song about "50 racks"

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters