This is a song about "Mac and chesse"

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

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

Big mac in one hand and the other givin' a salute, reminded me of nirvana

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,