This is a song about "Mac 10"

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Then write another hook in my mac book

And then along came the wrong man for her

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat