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

Relying on myself

Wish i could shed all these tears

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Relying on myself

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

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

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

The bitches is everything in between

100 percent on everything and on my team

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

God damn pull out my racks