This is a song about "50 racks"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

50 cent said it best nigga

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

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

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

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

We gotta get back to what really matters

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared