This is a song about "Racks"

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

God damn pull out my racks

For setting up traps

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

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

All i got is fuckin racks

But you don't have a chance