This is a song about "Rack is"

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Bet i'm heavy with that

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch