This is a song about "Kee mac rae"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Then write another hook in my mac book

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

The best of the best, emma rae.

But more importantly taught me to pray