This is a song about "Racks v3"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

God damn pull out my racks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats