This is a song about "Dissing mac n cheese"

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

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

This dissing and criticism isn't

This is something different

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

Dissing me like i sit around ‘n talk shit ‘bout you all the time.

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees