This is a song about "Bic mac"

And i don't run counters no more

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

And all i hear is fuckin click, all i really needs a bic

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Then write another hook in my mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And daddy's in the cadillac

Better watch your back, mac