This is a song about "Rap racks"

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Dont need consent to rap

It's all good, finna dog that

Tryin to show off a rap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

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

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

To every verse of my rap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Still unravelling rap

Or let the mob handle that

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Slowly, so therefore i rap