This is a song about "Thirty rack louie"

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

A thirty shot to me is like a ten finger akimbo

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

Now it’s your turn, spitting till your thirty?

The optimistic, pro on the lottery