This is a song about "Racks everyday of the week learning so hard i can t even sleep"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

The one who can´t even show a real smile

We about to set this bitch on fire

Alright that shit i know was weak, but by the end of the week, youll become a freak,

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Malia family, we the family

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Cuz your guaranteed to go back to sleep by the enda this week

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself