This is a song about "Rack"

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Cut some slack leave the gun rack this is a fun track

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Now momma told me be careful who you love

My hearts on the rack, you can say that im heartless.

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

The door crack, niggas all black

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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