This is a song about "Mac and ch"

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

I'ma pack a mac when i crack your back. wear a jason mask and shoot a

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

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

But i ain't get to see you today

But i'm like nah, this b**ch needs to say

I'll eat you like velveeta when i smother it all on my mac and cheese,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

So fuck the mac millers and duck this please

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,