This is a song about "Nodrstrom rack"

You, you, you have to pay for that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Lady g, willy b in time

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich