This is a song about "Racks v3"

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

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

For setting up traps

God damn pull out my racks

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.