This is a song about "Holly mac mac"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

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

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win