This is a song about "Rack"

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

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

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

That scary love, never get married love

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

My brains'll rack this up, working overtime/

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back