This is a song about "Big macs"

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Aw is that a big shock?

You see him as a god

Ego big as a bus,

A lovely outer surface

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Turn up that music

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service