This is a song about "Mac 10"

Like hes trying to be mac right

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Then write another hook in my mac book