This is a song about "Mac and chesse"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

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

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

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Sneak up on attack

Better watch your back, mac

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

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

She michael jackson bad

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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