This is a song about "Mac being a bitch"

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

This rap shit ain't a magical, one love to my main man mac,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Snack crackers, pack a mac that'll crack ya back, act blacker,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."