This is a song about "Shy rack"

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

Maybe too shy for the stage/

And i doubt that ever change

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm impossibly shy, with a mouth as an ash tray

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that