This is a song about "Dinero racks"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

All i got is fuckin racks

But i’m praying in advance

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.