This is a song about "Towel racks"

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

The towel? feel like throwin in the whole bathroom set.

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

If i don't make that man there dance