This is a song about "Joe mac"

Other niggas infatuated with rappin' nice but joe is blow,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

People love hodgy i hate you though

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad