This is a song about "Mac 10s"

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Wanna make a track with mac miller

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

If they steping up to mac

Where the black girls get their weaves back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back