This is a song about "Holly mac mac"

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

My mind fires words like a mac 10 how is this feasible

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

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

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Then write another hook in my mac book

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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