This is a song about "Towel racks"

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

And everything is purple

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Step out the shower pick up my towel, and shut the curtains, holdin in my urges,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home