This is a song about "Rack"

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

We getting money, you can face the facts

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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