This is a song about "Harry mac"

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

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

I'm a-mac... "hey 'mac you're so utterly whack!"

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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