This is a song about "Iphone ipad mac"

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

I also have a cutie to call

My iphone wasnt even charged at all,

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

And there's no way i can pay you back

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Then write another hook in my mac book

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I've got an iphone but i'm afraid to phone ya.