This is a song about "50 racks"

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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

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

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

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

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

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

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw