This is a song about "Im racked up"

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Up with rappad and next im posta rhyme

Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Must pick it up, but im afraid someone will creep up...

Im loaded up like a moving truck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Chop her up and dime her, im chapel retired im signed sir,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Cuz im coming up still,