This is a song about "Mac 11"

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Then write another hook in my mac book