This is a song about "Mac miller"

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

When that money calls i holla back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac