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

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

All i got is fuckin racks

They just wanna dance

My sim card's the bomb

Man it goes on and on

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

God damn pull out my racks

I could go on and on and on for hours,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers