This is a song about "Rap 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

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I've become immune to you no name haters

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

And you all will respect that

Still unravelling rap

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks