This is a song about "Mac cox"

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Like hes trying to be mac right

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac