This is a song about "Rap racks"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Bet i'm heavy with that

Tryin to show off a rap

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Well, i can handle that

They told me i can't rap

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Baby all i do is rap

Can't win with a passive attack

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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