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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

She said it really dont matter if its real though

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Cuz i got too many stacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats