This is a song about "Racks"

Now if you give us a chance

All i got is fuckin racks

God damn pull out my racks

Man it’s the killer tracks

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took