This is a song about "Big mac burget"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

If they steping up to mac

I don't want it on my back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Then write another hook in my mac book

My four-four's givin payback

Better watch your back, mac