This is a song about "Sweaty butch racks"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,