This is a song about "Mac 10s"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Then write another hook in my mac book

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track