This is a song about "Eddie mac"

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Then write another hook in my mac book

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian