This is a song about "Jack mac"

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

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

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

The reality is i don't know jack

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Better watch your back, mac

Try to jack and i will attack