This is a song about "Mac b"

Bitch, they call it motor city

I don't need no props b/

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

That's the way, you can move it baby

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My name is razor b