This is a song about "Nodrstrom rack"

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time