This is a song about "Nodrstrom rack"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

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

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

My hearts on the rack, you can say that im heartless.