This is a song about "Bic mac"

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

On trial for possession of some chronic

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her