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

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

"i love you" he said on top of the balcony floor

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

All i got is fuckin racks

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

If i don't make that man there dance

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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