This is a song about "Racks and street hustle"

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

God damn pull out my racks

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hustle for money and making livings

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Including fox hill and 27th street

Yeah i know we never got to meet