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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change