This is a song about "Nodrstrom rack"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Got them trophies on my music rack, we platinum black/

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Now you speaking my language

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, i'm going ham,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan