This is a song about "Racks"

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

God damn pull out my racks

But you don't have a chance

Switch swag on you little dick fags

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

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

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

All i got is fuckin racks

To all the frauds stop faking, relax