This is a song about "Racks v2"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

But you don't have a chance

God damn pull out my racks

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

All i got is fuckin racks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats