This is a song about "Dinero racks"

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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