This is a song about "Racks"

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

But i’m praying in advance

All i got is fuckin racks

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

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

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance