This is a song about "Mac an 45 s"

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

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Cause its been over 45 minutes

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Better watch your back, mac

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!