This is a song about "Bot mac"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

I'm not, wrote this like a bot

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Wonder if they take it all back

If they steping up to mac

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Twista finna get up on the track

Then write another hook in my mac book

Call levi's we can see about the home cook