This is a song about "50 racks"

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All i got is fuckin racks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her