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

My balance be so tight rope

On top of that, i’m broke

To show you new fags who's on top of this

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Half my family and friends on top of me

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Now be aware cause i got u on top of

You slide, im on top of the ramp,

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

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

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto