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

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

God damn pull out my racks

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Aight, keep going, on and on