This is a song about "Lack racks money"

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I'm modest, and humble

Of which we lack muscle.

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

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

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

God damn pull out my racks

But i’m praying in advance

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john