This is a song about "Nordstrom rack"

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

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

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

They vaguely decipher my language

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats