This is a song about "Biggie craig mack"

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I've never spat on a biggie beat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Only got a vague idea of the meaning of mack

Make her act right , as long as i mack right

And i like my marijuana bright

Whip, plane, motions own

East with biggie and group home

Ya i'll believe that when biggie and tupac had a romance/

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Stackin' these rhapsodies that even queen couldn't mack with ease

Losing my first battle on here isn't a real biggie/

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free