This is a song about "Ice racks"

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Little light in the ass

With shards of ice and glass

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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