This is a song about "Sweaty butch racks"

All i got is fuckin racks

For setting up traps

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse