This is a song about "Racks on racks on racks"

Relying on myself

I like rollin' with friends

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Relying on myself

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Aight, keep going, on and on

100 percent on everything and on my team

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I could go on and on and on for hours,