This is a song about "Mac and chesse"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

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

When that money calls i holla back

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

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

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