This is a song about "Apple mac"

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

If they steping up to mac

I'm about to snap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?