This is a song about "Towel racks"

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

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself