This is a song about "Bic mac"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Then write another hook in my mac book

Don't worry just done get inside

Like hes trying to be mac right

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Layin here just flickin my bic

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Spit sicker, keep this bigger little shit lit like bic flickers,

I'm a-mac... "hey 'mac you're so utterly whack!"

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Hold me down like im the light from the bic, spark me up.

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Then write another hook in my mac book