This is a song about "Money racks nigga"

A whole lot of money and i'm still here nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

To get that #donald #sterling money, #no #nigga rap

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings