This is a song about "Bitch mac"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

When i was starving now it's payback

If they steping up to mac

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac