This is a song about "Cold mac"

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Is a space that now you hold

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

I say that the pool is closed

Skipping class and growing cold

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac