This is a song about "Mac clarke"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Like hes trying to be mac right

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I'm a-mac... "hey 'mac you're so utterly whack!"

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