This is a song about "Thirty rack louie"

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college