This is a song about "Nordstrom rack"

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

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

Trying to give them light and a message

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

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

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

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

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

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat