This is a song about "Racks and the trap"

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

Now if you give us a chance

All i got is fuckin racks

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit