This is a song about "Holly mac mac"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Better watch your back, mac

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction