This is a song about "Money racks nigga"

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

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

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

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

Can't even rhyme without nigga--money and all that

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

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

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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