This is a song about "Harry mac"

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

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

Then write another hook in my mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

Wanna make a track with mac miller

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Like hes trying to be mac right

My uncle pulled me to the side

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Luxury life, results living bad