This is a song about "Racks and street hustle"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Constant bustle and they hustle, you ain't trustin' in no good,

For setting up traps

God damn pull out my racks

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though