This is a song about "Mac donald s"

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

It's not making sense to you right now but

So y'all can know my voice like donald duck

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.