This is a song about "Mac 45"

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

And i got that bait, they all bad

Better watch your back, mac

45. but it ain't enough,

But you hate them navel kisses

I'm a-mac... "hey 'mac you're so utterly whack!"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Like hes trying to be mac right