This is a song about "Nordstrom rack"

Ha my mojo back

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

No where to get titty fucked by a huge rack, i bet the dead would

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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