This is a song about "50 racks"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

All i got is fuckin racks

And picture me rollin

//only lasts 50 seconds in

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage