This is a song about "Mac loeod nine"

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Guess that means you can never be mine

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine