This is a song about "50 racks"

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

50 cent said it best nigga

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Living out of bags

God damn pull out my racks