This is a song about "Bic mac"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

But they say we ain't big

Layin here just flickin my bic

The third one is mixed, white and black

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

That's why you'll find her on the floor

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Like hes trying to be mac right

Over me the same peeps that have died

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

I don't know why i'm even on this track