This is a song about "Nordstrom rack"

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

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

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

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

We getting money, you can face the facts

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich