This is a song about "Racket"

I'm so fantastic, even the oldies love my racket.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I spit on it, i'm ratchet, make a racket when i grab the pen,

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Your just a bitchy boy who deserve to get hit by a racket.