This is a song about "Racks and money stacks"

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

God damn pull out my racks

Man it’s the killer tracks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

"money and blood don't mix

We buy cars, y’all flip whips