This is a song about "Mac and chees"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

What y'all know about mac and cheese, y'all ain't know nothin so pass the weed

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police