This is a song about "Big mac"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Then write another hook in my mac book

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Your life is a product of trash

Big tits and a big ass

If i crave a big mac then i'm ready to go, yo

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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