This is a song about "Mac loeod nine"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

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

Rob you on the street with the nine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Ain't even tryna hold back

Better watch your back, mac

So here i am at the store for some chips

Sees the sky in nine dimensions

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

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back