This is a song about "Mac 45"

See boy she been in love

45. but it ain't enough,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

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

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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