This is a song about "Rack"

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, i'm going ham,

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

You, you, you have to pay for that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back