This is a song about "Fat mac"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I promise i'mma call you back

If they steping up to mac

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Know what i do: manufacturing crack