This is a song about "Dinero racks"

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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!"

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

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

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change