This is a song about "Loading up hollow point bullets in my mac 11"

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

That mac got a red dot with 50 rounds in it

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Always on point taking drugs in interval

Inject us with a venom, words so hollow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

About some tyga beef shit

I put lipstick on my hollow tip

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

I've expressed my view point, so now i'mma raise up,

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Turn it up in the key hole, grab the mac, defeat foes,