This is a song about "Mac glen"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

When i was starving now it's payback

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Better watch your back, mac

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Over me the same peeps that have died

Like hes trying to be mac right