This is a song about "Little big mac craig"

And of course, my car's off course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Drop it out your head, do a lil wayne, felt the pain, far from little, im so big

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack