This is a song about "Ez mac"

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

Like hes trying to be mac right

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Make the fingers snap

Better watch your back, mac

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Then write another hook in my mac book