This is a song about "Racks"

All i got is fuckin racks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats