This is a song about "Lack racks money"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

God damn pull out my racks

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

It's all good, finna dog that

Snatched n' grasped what you lack in rap

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance