This is a song about "Thirty rack louie"

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

To put that into context autism usually gets you less than thirty,

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch