This is a song about "Racks and money stacks"

God damn pull out my racks

Man it’s the killer tracks

For setting up traps

Cuz i got too many stacks

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

"money and blood don't mix

Went out and had a church of kids

All i got is fuckin racks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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