This is a song about "Mac 10"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Then write another hook in my mac book

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

I don't know why i'm even on this track

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

So if you cross me i'll let the mac 10 off erratic

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

So fuck the mac millers and duck this please

May just gon' bring hobo back

Better watch your back, mac