This is a song about "Nodrstrom rack"

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Cut some slack leave the gun rack this is a fun track

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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,

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Bet i'm heavy with that