This is a song about "Nordstrom rack"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I know what you do with that

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch