This is a song about "Racks"

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

All i got is fuckin racks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters