This is a song about "Lcd"

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

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

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

A thousand dollars for that acer i couldn't trace it

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Then write another hook in my mac book

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look