This is a song about "Mac cox"

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

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

Then write another hook in my mac book

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Hey, the mind state of a winner

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack