This is a song about "Rack"

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

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

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

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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