This is a song about "Fat mac"

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Click clack with a switch fat

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

To get them niggas while they laid back

Like hes trying to be mac right

And i like my marijuana bright

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

You said also i was fat

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back