This is a song about "Thirty rack louie"

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And she stripping, go to college

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see