This is a song about "Racks on racks"

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

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

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone