This is a song about "Mac 10"

My mind fires words like a mac 10 how is this feasible

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

So fuck the mac millers and duck this please

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

That moschino shit is so back

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Then write another hook in my mac book

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,