This is a song about "Little big mac craig"

Thinking you're all big with your little crew,

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

About racism, we would have little agreements in a big way!

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

You walked into vic tanny's and stepped on jenny craig

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Im going all out im at the highest peak, and im on a big streak, little sleep

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

If they steping up to mac

Try to jack and i will attack

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

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Then write another hook in my mac book