This is a song about "Mac fred"

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Like hes trying to be mac right

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Anyone who was hated on by fred phelps

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock