This is a song about "Dinero racks"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Switch swag on you little dick fags

All i got is fuckin racks

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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