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

All i got is fuckin racks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

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

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Living out of bags

Cuz i got too many stacks

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks