This is a song about "Dissing mac n cheese"

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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

I don't want it on my back

Better watch your back, mac

Modify your quota bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

There'd still be niggas out killing

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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