This is a song about "Big macs"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

These wussies pretending to stand big

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Just let them know you're like machete blows, got macs packin',

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I'll slap the yapping crap out of you, packing macs, crack a gin,

So damn crisp and so damn big

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

To impress a chick