This is a song about "Big macs"

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Got a sign on my dick

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Aw is that a big shock?

And my name too big, and my gang too big

I never crack i got that chap stick

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Get those dope fighters that you talk about with mac-10s,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse