This is a song about "I like my mac and cheesey"

Then write another hook in my mac book

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Twista finna get up on the track

This rap shit ain't a magical, one love to my main man mac,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

So fuck the mac millers and duck this please

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, i make you snap and slap your bandana off

What if i confess my love and mess up the only chance i have..what if i don't and just toss/

Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly