This is a song about "Cold mac"

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

But is you trynna be dinner

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Wanna make a track with mac miller

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Hand to hand in the cold

I say that the pool is closed

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track