This is a song about "Eddie mac"

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

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Wanna make a track with mac miller

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

If they steping up to mac

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

In the back of a chevy that’s all black