This is a song about "Racks v3"

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

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

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

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

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range