This is a song about "Mac and chees"

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Maybe ill snap back with a packed mac and let the lead bust

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I'm the wizard of oz you're a lizard on a gauze smeared with barbeque sauce ur iq is at a loss/

Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, i make you snap and slap your bandana off

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.