This is a song about "Mac rae"

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Then write another hook in my mac book

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir