This is a song about "Dissin mac and charles"

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

What y'all know about mac and cheese, y'all ain't know nothin so pass the weed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Big mac in one hand and the other givin' a salute, reminded me of nirvana

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

And love the feeling when you're dissin kids and rip em apart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.